Body being utterly failtastic is not needed right now.
GRAH WHY DO PERIODS HAVE TO BE SO BLOODY (no pun intended) UNCOMFORTABLE.
Nghaerg. All I want is chocolate, water and it to be next week already.
Last RA seminar thing today-- the next one is basically the dinner where I meet who I'm working with next year and sign my contract, so there's that done.
Of course I'm working, it's Sunday night and I did jack shit yesterday. Fuck me. I should've at least read M. Butterfly, but nooooo, I wanted to be an unproductively little shit, didn't I? Sorry, bitchiness is turned up to 11 right now, uncomfortability being the main cause. (I'd use that as my mood but the mood theme maker took it to mean as in a situation and as such doesn't properly reflect my meaning.)
On the upside, I don't have to write my Great Gatsby response paper until later, it's not due until Thursday (at the latest, I'm shooting for Wednesday). If I get myself in order, I can even go out to dinner for Kendall's birthday on Thursday night, which will be fun; Chili's and then Reggie's. Gotta tell him if I'm coming by Tuesday though, so I need to get on top of that.
Am starting to freak out about flying alone during Spring Break-- mostly because I've just never navigated an airport without someone who had done so previously and frequently. Also freaking because Marcus isn't going to pick me up until noonish, we won't get to New Orleans until roughly an hour after that, and my flight is for 2:00pm. *bites nails* Please please please let this go right. *knocks on wood, prays, sacrifices 20 virgins* Although it is Southwest, so I have up until 10 minutes prior to departure time to get there without my seat being disappeared. But I really don't want to bank on that BUT no one else can take me to the airport at all otherwise, so... *whimpers* I hate leaving things up to circumstance like that. *bites lip* Anxiety. I has it.
That little panic attack over, I can also worry about my Brit Lit class, because my calendar says Paper II is due Thursday, but I have yet to hear about that at all over email or 'announcements' from Dr. Sandiford, sooo... the bastard is probably going to make us do it over Spring Break, which I would absolutely detest, mainly because I plan on leaving my laptop here and won't have it with me. Not that that would really hold me back, but it does mean I'll have to send my notes to TigerBytes (convenient free file storage from LSU) and make sure I have Xerox copies of my Norton anthology with me. *growl*
I also have scheduling to gnaw at the back of my mind, along with a possible revision of my second MAA paper. I don't have to, seeing as I got a B+, but I really want an A, and not just because it might mean the difference between an A or a B in the class. I just want to do it a bit better, but he wants an entire overhaul, and I just don't know if I have that in me. By Thursday. (Huh. Seems like getting to Thursday is my goal this week.)
I think (and it pains me to say this) it would be best if I didn't watch TV this week. Like, at all. That would free up so many hours of my life it's not even funny. And it would be extra not funny because I reallllyyyy want to, but if I go to the library or downstairs or to the kitchenette from 7pm until whenever I finish my homework every night, I'll have earned going out on Thursday/will be sufficiently finished with everything to not have to worry during Spring Break at all.
Alright, that's not really all, there's a bunch more crap I could talk about, but I'm really just procrastinating from reading M. Butterfly now, and I need to get on that, seeing as an essay needs to be written and printed by tomorrow at 10:15am. It's made marginally more enticing by the fact that it was originally portrayed by John Lithgow and B.D. Wong(!!). :D
Snow Patrol radio on? Check.
Pen + Paper for notes? Check.
Comfortable position? Check.
Wish me luck.
Countdown to Colorado: 6.
OH ONE MORE THING I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS NATHAN FILLION - I KNOW -- NO, I KNOW -- IKNORITE. PICSPAM COMING SOON.
Nghaerg. All I want is chocolate, water and it to be next week already.
Last RA seminar thing today-- the next one is basically the dinner where I meet who I'm working with next year and sign my contract, so there's that done.
Of course I'm working, it's Sunday night and I did jack shit yesterday. Fuck me. I should've at least read M. Butterfly, but nooooo, I wanted to be an unproductively little shit, didn't I? Sorry, bitchiness is turned up to 11 right now, uncomfortability being the main cause. (I'd use that as my mood but the mood theme maker took it to mean as in a situation and as such doesn't properly reflect my meaning.)
On the upside, I don't have to write my Great Gatsby response paper until later, it's not due until Thursday (at the latest, I'm shooting for Wednesday). If I get myself in order, I can even go out to dinner for Kendall's birthday on Thursday night, which will be fun; Chili's and then Reggie's. Gotta tell him if I'm coming by Tuesday though, so I need to get on top of that.
Am starting to freak out about flying alone during Spring Break-- mostly because I've just never navigated an airport without someone who had done so previously and frequently. Also freaking because Marcus isn't going to pick me up until noonish, we won't get to New Orleans until roughly an hour after that, and my flight is for 2:00pm. *bites nails* Please please please let this go right. *knocks on wood, prays, sacrifices 20 virgins* Although it is Southwest, so I have up until 10 minutes prior to departure time to get there without my seat being disappeared. But I really don't want to bank on that BUT no one else can take me to the airport at all otherwise, so... *whimpers* I hate leaving things up to circumstance like that. *bites lip* Anxiety. I has it.
That little panic attack over, I can also worry about my Brit Lit class, because my calendar says Paper II is due Thursday, but I have yet to hear about that at all over email or 'announcements' from Dr. Sandiford, sooo... the bastard is probably going to make us do it over Spring Break, which I would absolutely detest, mainly because I plan on leaving my laptop here and won't have it with me. Not that that would really hold me back, but it does mean I'll have to send my notes to TigerBytes (convenient free file storage from LSU) and make sure I have Xerox copies of my Norton anthology with me. *growl*
I also have scheduling to gnaw at the back of my mind, along with a possible revision of my second MAA paper. I don't have to, seeing as I got a B+, but I really want an A, and not just because it might mean the difference between an A or a B in the class. I just want to do it a bit better, but he wants an entire overhaul, and I just don't know if I have that in me. By Thursday. (Huh. Seems like getting to Thursday is my goal this week.)
I think (and it pains me to say this) it would be best if I didn't watch TV this week. Like, at all. That would free up so many hours of my life it's not even funny. And it would be extra not funny because I reallllyyyy want to, but if I go to the library or downstairs or to the kitchenette from 7pm until whenever I finish my homework every night, I'll have earned going out on Thursday/will be sufficiently finished with everything to not have to worry during Spring Break at all.
Alright, that's not really all, there's a bunch more crap I could talk about, but I'm really just procrastinating from reading M. Butterfly now, and I need to get on that, seeing as an essay needs to be written and printed by tomorrow at 10:15am. It's made marginally more enticing by the fact that it was originally portrayed by John Lithgow and B.D. Wong(!!). :D
Snow Patrol radio on? Check.
Pen + Paper for notes? Check.
Comfortable position? Check.
Wish me luck.
Countdown to Colorado: 6.
OH ONE MORE THING I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS NATHAN FILLION - I KNOW -- NO, I KNOW -- IKNORITE. PICSPAM COMING SOON.